Lil Jon & The Eastside Boyz Move Bitch Lyrics

[Hook - 2x's]
Move b____, get out the way hoe
f___ that s___, get out the way hoe
Move b____, get out the way hoe
f___ that s___, get out the way hoe

[Lord Infamous]
n____ Three Six Mafia burn inside the southern territorial
Leavin' a memorial page in editorial
When ? watch yo back go front ?? Scarecrow
Leave 'em stiff and froze my foes and hit 'em like Rose in China snow
Wanna see the costs of the bosses comin' to toss it
Ain't no losses, ain't no crosses, leave you dead in a closet
Family recked from yo death-death, from yo early death
Packin' some in jars, sendin' two off for the chef
Cause I melt them with medicine
I'm perscription called death when ?

[J-Bo]
Oh there she go, old triflin' b____
Straight take a hoe n____, always out to lick
And when s___ is gettin' thick
Out the door she split
She straight slick
But I'm slicker than that b____ gon' get
So now move b____, get out the way hoe and lay low
So say hoe, you just another stank hoe
Trickin' on the dance flo'
Lookin' kinda s___ty though
I'm all about my money hoe when I b__p on yo stereo
And everywhere I go, it's the same old s___
Jumpin' drawz just like a broad, so b____ f___ this now

[Hook]

[Sean Paul]
They know me from my Lac's and my creases, I'm Sean Paul (Sean Paul)
Slap the f___ out of each an
I done seen big girls shake with lil' bitty drawz (bitty drawz)
And uh, the other day this b____ got smacked in the jaw (in the jaw)
I done seen a whole lot, n____z ain't seen what I saw (yeah)
I'm in it too deep, I could never come flaw (come flaw)
If ya talkin' bout that pistol my n____ you better draw
Okay, always sayin' s___ that I mean
Pelle Pelle, A-Town n____ gotta come clean

[Gangsta Boo]
What's up m_________a what's up
Time to get real crunk, time to tear the club up
All these sissy a__ hoes talkin' s___ about this lady
Why you tryin' to doubt me baby
I'm the s___, you can't fade me
Now look what done happened, we done hooked up with Eastside Boyz
Bringin' noise
Makin' moves like the f___in' U-Haul boys
Gangsta Boo be groovin' always choosin', what's up with you n____
Gangsta Boo be makin' nothin' but hits increase to bigger figures
n____ don't play with the m____fuckin' don't play lady
On the way, God d___ what you b____es say
n____

[Hook]

[Lil' Jon]
Ah, Ah, Ahhhh-ha-ha-ha
We comin' through like the Rock b____
Knock you out yo m_________in' socks b____
Droppin' bows like nothin' wrong b____
b____ I'll break yo m_________in' nose b____
Didn't we tell yo a__ to move b____
Now yo head busted ? two f___in' bricks
So get yo fire and dip hoe
Cause a n____ gone off that Quevo
Why you still runnin' yo mouth b____
You must've not known who you f___in' with
We'll leave you dead in a f___in' ditch
Cause we runnin' with the Three Triple Six
And them guns for them young hoes
We'll leave ya firm like a d____
All my n____z doin' Fed time
We'll leave yo belly filled with that iron

[Hook 2x's]

[Juicy J]
I'm lookin' for them big b___s
Nothin but them quick s___s
Something kinda freaky like skinny hoe givin' up
Maybe a n____'ll take the camp
Probably let her ride my lap
Made playaz from the Memphis Tenn, b____ I'm on the map
I'm the kinda n____ bro' push a 450 hoe
Down the strip, Hennessy I sip on the low-low
Hit me on my ? horn
Can record, make a p___ movie
Don't be choosy with this n____ Juicy
Ready to?

[Chyna Whyte]
What y'all know to be part of this
You gotta be on some heartless s___
And whether it's legal or dirty, I'ma ball regardless trick
And I don't give a f**k if you the tallest or the smallest b____
Don't none of you hoes know about this order s___
Chyna Whyte I live that street life
And I ain't gon' be happy till I got my momma eatin' right
Still the one to grip that motherf**kin' heater tight
And I'm still tryin' to find a motherf**kin' key to life
Ya heard me

Hook 2x's

[DJ Paul]
I might not be the freshest n____ up in the club
But shoulda seen when I walked in the hoes said 'What the f**k'
They saw me VIP in the VIP y'all
With these Rollies and the ? they be wonderin' 'Who are y'all'
We be steppin' no less than 30 deep and thinkin' we some stars
My enterage spendin' no less than 80 G's on they cars
If I took you to my crib you probably wouldn't believe or think
I'm liein'
Check my soundscan hoe, if I'm liein' or dyin'

ByL:Dj.Nesha

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